I totally fell in love with Ruby Sky Stiler’s woven pages at NADA NYC 2012 today.
The media is (or was) an unread, discarded, art book. It is (or was) an old history of ancient history, no longer reflecting the current take on the classical age, but speaking (if we could have read it) more pointedly to the reality of the time in which it was written. As a reader, there’s either something very sad, or au courant (recycling!), about the book turned into useable paper. Its disembowelment suggests that we shouldn’t believe what it says anyways, and reminds us of forgotten knowledge and context even as it has been refashioned into a new jumble of palimpsest, fleeting words–‘position,’ ‘muscle,’ ‘artists,’–and fractured old-school (e.g. non-jpeg) illustrations. The effect is one of technology scrambled through Op Art, rendered in techniques as old as The Bible. (Read more.)
My first taste of Frieze New York at Randall’s Island, a magical 20 minute ride up the East River. I’m still digesting what I saw.
Sugar High. New York Transit Museum, Brooklyn.
Happiness is a plate of oysters and a whole slow-cooked pork shoulder, tucked into bibb lettuce leaves with white rice, kimchi, and ginger scallion sauce. And good friends, who are crazy enough to sacrifice their health and vegetarian ways, to eat it all with relish at 1am.
Need them both in my life.
Sustenance for rousing conversation. Poached egg, cheddar and potato cake, brussel sprouts with bacon.
Carnegie Hall is one of my favorite places in New York City—because there is nothing quite like putting on your good shoes and enveloping yourself in warm acoustics for the night.
Warm maple doughnuts, meet morning light.
The view from my desk today. Appropriately paired with a cup of tea.
Somewhere between Little Italy and Soho, the guys at Torrisi Italian Specialities are serving up food with a bit of irony in their hearts. While the decorative arrangement of Stella D’oro and Polly-O is anything but authentic, one bite of the well-executed turkey hero (with spicy sauce) was enough to give me pause. If “fusion” is wrong, this place does not want to be right.
